A moment later, his eyes flamed with his rose-gold power, clearly searching out something—checking on the security of his own spells, I surmised with the context. It was brief, before it snuffed out, then he raised an eyebrow at Sylas. “Trying to penetrate the ward around my vault, while standing right here with me distracted… impressive.”
Sylas rolled his eyes. “You reinforced it with Ketheron’s magic.”
“Something, with that ring you’re wearing, you could’ve gone around without telling me.” Kai folded his arms across his chest. “Seems you’re finally ready to bring me in on this?”
“You know why I couldn’t simply do that immediately.”
“Yeah, I do,” Kai said, sly smile slipping. “You were terrified for your son.”
Sylas’ gaze flicked to mine and I saw a struggle there, before he admitted vulnerably. “Iam, Kai.”
“We’ll figure this out,” Kai assured him, laying a hand on his shoulder. “I’m here.”
A hiss escaped me. “Winter won’t be lost to us… to that heathen.”
Sylas smiled out at me.
Then he cleared his throat and eased from Kai. “I was looking into developing a fusion of your anti-Celestial spell that’s based in ancient magics with my high-level necromantic spell that I specifically designed to harm Celestial beings.”
“Oof. That’s a tall order. But not impossible.” Kai looked out at me. “There might be a way to fuse that with one of your abilities acting as a bridge of sorts.”
“Huh,” Sylas said, eyes lighting with the same realization Kai had obviously had.
“My vibrational resonance?” I asked.
The two of them exchanged a look.
“You see?” Kai asked. “The respect thing?”
Sylas beamed out at me. “I certainly do.”
“What’s your plan regarding the necromancers? How many are we talking?”
“Twenty.”
“Fuck.”
“I’ve determined who they are. Very recently.”
“So you know all their power sets?”
“Yes.”
“And?”
“And… it’s a lot. At least eight of them are formidable.”
“By your standards?”
“Please. Morien’s, if we’re going for accuracy.”
“So still highly fucking worrying, then.”
Sylas scrubbed his hand over his face. “Through my experiments with the power Ketheron took of Ruxnoth’s that had infected Winter, I was able to trace it back using Win’s necromantic essence to lock onto theirs… wherever the fuck they are. Even before that, when I was training Winter that first day actually, he wanted me to save them.”
I smiled to myself.
Of course he did.
